There are times in life where magic happens. Sometimes the magic is simple. Like escaping the triple digit heat on a Vietnam afternoon to play foosball in an empty coffee shop in the middle of town.

The self-announced best of three world championship takes place near the back of the house. The onlookers, two young Vietnamese baristas (not really onlooking). The excitement when each goal clanks into the back of the metal framed table is nearly impossible to convey. We make multiple trips to Cafe Cafao for the cool breeze of ceiling fans, iced white Vietnamese coffee, and epic foosball battles that, in the moment, rival any sporting event in the world.

The picture of the foosball remind me of my childhood when I often came to a house nearby our secondary school on off hours to play withe one of my close friend. The house now doesnt provide these games any more caused the parents passed away and it was difficult in Hoi An to find places with that game. And my friend is now also in HCMC, we can only meet each other one time in a year.
You see the coffee in Hanoi is different and I hope you can enjoy coffee with different flavor, taste, way of serving between different regions of our country. My dears, I am so proud of you. Enjoy!